Skating down the corridor
Legs buck wildly to propel
Over soft carpet
the reduction of speed
Such a busy corridor
Call it life
Some lost
Just walking in circles
others walking in a given direction
With a focal point
A sense of anticipation on their face
Some whose footsteps are muffled by carpet
others whose footsteps tap loudly
windows on one side
Showing the things people want on the other side
But may not actually have
Life's corridor seems random
Some closer to the end
Others wander near the beginning
Yet their evolution seems to have nothing to do with their place
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